live in hope or die in despair
yes, i am dying. of despair. hope has become the last sliver of cake that gets eaten before i've had a chance to have a bite, it's the wonderful something that's out of grasp, the shiny oddity swinging in front of my face as i sit rope-tied. i am out of time. i must decide. decide now! explain yourself, and do it right, or feel the knife across your tongue! feel the blood curdle down your throat; feel its weight in your stomach!
i am tumbling, cart-wheeling, thrown about, as my eyes taped shut dart beneath their blankets.
i am raped of the freedom i had mere hours ago. it was there, hope. but hope plays a cruel game, fluttering in and out of focus. i have lost. i am rejected. i am cast aside.
can no one capture hope for me? cut off its wings and pin it to a board, so that i may display it proudly? hope has proved its elusiveness; its distaste for me. if only i knew the formula to ensnare it, then it would be mine and never let go.
despair, on the other hand, now that i know well. despair has sought me out personally and become my one true confidante. despair, which has ruined me, gives me reason.
"to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure".
i am tumbling, cart-wheeling, thrown about, as my eyes taped shut dart beneath their blankets.
i am raped of the freedom i had mere hours ago. it was there, hope. but hope plays a cruel game, fluttering in and out of focus. i have lost. i am rejected. i am cast aside.
can no one capture hope for me? cut off its wings and pin it to a board, so that i may display it proudly? hope has proved its elusiveness; its distaste for me. if only i knew the formula to ensnare it, then it would be mine and never let go.
despair, on the other hand, now that i know well. despair has sought me out personally and become my one true confidante. despair, which has ruined me, gives me reason.
"to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure".